We call this sex high
Intensity cat burglary
Midnight jazzercise
Panic attack—
The happiest kind.
-M. Ashley
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Tag: Love Poetry
After a Dream of God in War
Traveler in the city convulsion
Where singed clouds and
Sewers perpetually burst
Walk with me the mud wallow
Streets. Hold the starving pigs
Off. Drowned roaches
Burbling and fallen
Down buildings, all the All, this
Rain must be nuclear too.
My god
My legs are giving way and my
White hair is coming out in wet
Tumbles. Take me in a cab mysteriously
Still running to a dry room
A dry bed.
Count my shivering
Eyelashes as I dream of you.
-M. Ashley
Sulfur Kiss
We put up with a certain level of
Gross from our lovers and
Farting on each other in bed and
Giggling about it and
Don’t you dare Dutch oven me
Again… Chester!
Can be as intimate as
The world’s sweetest
Sulfur kiss.
-M. Ashley
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A Mind Consumed with Love and This
Strawberries in a blizzard
God brings you in
A silver bowl
Red flesh
Red flesh
Red flesh all
The red flesh still
warm from the absent sun.
-M.
Giant Song
A charming giant
Sleeps curled up beside you, snores
Murmurs poetry
-M.
Shiver
Cold burns stimulate
The vibrant nerve your lover
Pressed his hot kiss to
-M.
The Universe a Boy
The Universe a boy with
Feminine hands makes of our
Embraces an enthusiastic
Dogpile somehow straddling both
Our backs at once starry robes
Flung open
Laughing
Light as ether
-M.
East West Passage
We touched cheeks
East met west we sweat
Ans sweatily rolled
Against each other side
To side our shoulders
Arms dewy hands taut
Fingers turned our hips
Forward now belly to
Belly sex to sex our
Mouths open we found
Our peaceful
Passages in the dark
-M.
Bear Down. Blossom Out.
Squeeze. Release. .
Juice runs through your fingers.
Light in the kaleidoscope on the
Insides of your eyelids tightly closed.
Body scent of Beloved drawn in
Held. Held. Dizzy.
Held. Released.
-M.
Something More Like Sway
We were meant to dance
I think
This is how the, Push me.
Push me. love rounds
Into something more like sway
With the long ache and
Hold me up
Hold me up.
-M.
M. N. Ashley 